nothing much I can do
When it rains on my babies, no matter how much they'd love a bath, most flowers become translucent and frayed. I watch as their beauty fades and forget all about being stuck inside on yet another wet bank holiday weekend. But I do muse about the rain. Blimey, I'm becoming more British than ever intended. Enough about the weather already!
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